𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅

Random Twst thoughts~

Just counted all current existing cards for the hell of it. Lilia, Rook, Floyd, and Jack all have 18 cards. They have the most cards out of all the other characters, with Sebek about to join their card count when his birthday hits.

Just a random thought

Day: March 12, 2024

Playlist of the Day (Tues)

From my personal playlist

“New Obsession”

Song -

“Heavy Metal Lover - Reloaded”

By: Lady Gaga

Can be found on YouTube

Zero

🔪 You actually met when you were in kindergarten. It was love at first sight. He was enamored by you and your cute outfit. He ran towards you the first day.

“Hi, my name is Зиновий, what’s yours?”

And the rest was history.

🔪 Since that day he would always be with you. Following you everywhere and never let other kids play with you. It was always just the two of you. You were always together at school. You two ate together, had sleepovers, had the same classes, cuddled together, did projects together, and even kissed during the first grade play. Monopolizing your time and friendship at school was the goal. No one had what you guys had, and he was hoping it would always stay that way.

🔪 Everything was going as planned until your mom‘s job change sent you out of the archipelagos to the States in the second grade. How dare she! Uprooting your life and ripping you away from your best friend b̸o̸y̸f̸r̸i̸e̸n̸d̸. You didn't even have time to say goodbye to anyone. You were here one minute, gone the next. It was a nightmare.

🔪 When he found out he was devastated. A lot of tears were shed during that time. Tantrums were heard to be the norm for quite a while in the убийца’s household. He looked everywhere for you. But no information on you was ever found. It was like you just disappeared, like you never existed. Like a chilly day in October. Whisked away by the cool breeze.

🔪 She changed and surrounded herself with people. Your missing presence was too overwhelming. Even if she hated it, she would befriend everyone, if only to distract her for a moment from thoughts of you. She went so far as to make contact with some of the people she couldn’t scare away from you. But the void in her heart was never fully quelled. They were not you. And nothing could change that, not in those moments at least.

🔪 She caught her first glimpse of you in a long time through your closest childhood friend. Question ran through her mind, she thought she was your closest friend, and why did they get the privilege of staying in contact when she didn’t. She started to vigorously study your face as quickly as she could. She would never knew if there would be another chance to. It looked like you had matured. Like you were tired, stressed. She could see it. How could she not? She wanted nothing more than to whisk you away so you would never have to worry about anything. And she would.

🔪 It wouldn't be until college that they would be able to see you again. They have matured a lot since the last time they saw you and since your last official meeting. They were cooler, friendlier, and more assured. They mirrored nothing of the needy cat that followed you around, more of that of a wise fox. But foxes are known to be sly creatures by nature.

🔪They approached you carefully, slowly. Taking it step by step. Getting to know you little by little. Learning everything about you that they could. Making your favorite dishes, helping you with your homework, helping you destress, and even assisting you in doing laundry. They were everywhere, always helping you with everything they could. Taking up so much of your time so that they will have successfully ingratiate themselves into your life. Doing so that they are essential to you. Something or someone you can not live without.

🔪 The night lies and deceit fester. As midnight strikes another body is flung into the wall as the fine silk curtains are dyed a hideous red. The body count adds up to fast. Too many needed to die. Even when there are commissions, the important work gets done first. It always does.

🔪 Wiping the blood off the corner of his lip, she prepares to call you. They wait, taking a seat on the throne of bodies they created. A satisfying crackle of bones is made, but drowned out by the annoying buzzing of the phone. You answer, slightly breathless. They chuckled imagining what you were doing before they called. This happens every time he calls…and she loves it. Your call together lasted an hour at most. Just tucking you into bed, while he cleaned the mess he made. You were always bad at bedtime. As your call is near the end, one last word is heard.

“I love you, Mwah”

They swoons, you're so adorable, it’s sickening.

🔪 And so as the night ends, there is not a sound or soul present. As he digests what was said, she’s sure it was in the heat of the moment. But you couldn’t take it back. He wished he would’ve recorded it. She’d love to hear it again. Salivating as they turned back into their male appearance. The form most well receipted by society. The form most familiar to you. Wishing for the dream they live to never end. They walked out the room and went to the nearby alley, skipping the whole way home. They couldn’t wait to see your drooling face in bed. Or the reaction you will have when they tried to snuggle up to you in your sleep.

Then they inquired to themself, it was quite the important question…

Where are they going to store their latest trophy?

Rainy Day

As the rain dropped from the sky in the quiet neighborhood, someone was not so quietly cursing themselves out. “Shit! I’m going to be late. My mom’s gonna kill me!” Running like a mad man down the street to her bus stop, cause only idiots run in the rain. To spare herself of the incoming incident she could have just walked. Or I dare say, get in trouble and have her phone taken away for the night. But no, she decided to test fate, as always, and risk running in the rain.

She would regret this decision

“Shouldn’t have stayed up all night watching YouTube. Just because there is like 10 MHA abridged’s, doesn’t mean you have to watch all 10 of them plus movies… I really don’t want my phone taken away.”

It was as if god(s), if any, heard her unserious plea. Because gosh be darned, she done this stick for 3 years now.

HOW THE FUCK WAS THIS THE FIRST TIME SHE TRIPPED!!! LIKE WAS THIS DIVINE LUCK OR WAS THE WORLD FUCKING WITH HER!!

Sticking the landing straight one her ass, letting her clothes get soaked to death, she sat there, stunned. As she was reeling from what one could call divine fuckery or karma, her day was about to get a whole lot worse.

Headlights dawned on her figure as she turned around. She couldn’t move, she was going to get hit. The bus couldn’t see her through the heavy rain and neither could her bus mates waiting not even a few steps away. She couldn’t move. She should be moving, she ain’t no horror movie cliche, she should be able to move. But it’s as if her whole body just gave in, like she wanted this. All she could think was of the end. That she would die to a school bus.

‘This is it. This is what kills me. Fucking school. I at least thought it was going to be me, or my mom, or hell, even a fiery blaze. Not a fucking school bus. I’m going to die. I never got to go to a convention by myself. I’ll never finish those fics I wanted to. I’ll never have a graduation or become 18 or vote or lose my virginity. Actually I can live without that last one. Oh my god, I never got to see my old friends, or finish SAO abridged… yeah the first one seemed more important. But what about my parents, my sister, my best friend? I just started caring about my life, I was going to live all my cliche high school dreams. I JUST turned 17, and that birthday sucked! What kinda bullshit is this! I don’t want this! I hate this! I was going to do so much! And now I can’t. I love my family, I love my friends, I love my life! If I’m gonna die I don’t want it to be to a school bus. It’s going to hurt like hell. And no one is gonna to benefit from it! THEY CANT EVEN SEE ME! What a waste! At least let me end it myself. I’m never going to see those around me grow up, I am never going to grow up. And screw heaven, I’m not even guaranteed that fake luxury. I’m never going to finish my favorite mangas. Or games. Or animes. Or anything.’

As the pain of getting hit by a 1,000 pound bus did, in fact, hurt like hell.

Crawling with her last ounce of strength reaching for the broken phone, she typed or tried to type her last words.

‘God, Buddha, Zeus, Cthulhu, Mother Nature, or who ever the hell is upstairs, if any, please at least let thi s se nd. A nd h o w d o e s B l ue L o c k

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Starting system…

Finding host..

System host found.

Welcome Host!

To the Female Lead System!

Do you want to join?

Yes No

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Choosing for Host…

Yes

Heavily inspired by: Cheating Men Must Die

Zero: Art

These are drawings that are 3 years old, so my current art style looks sort of different. I might do an updated version if this current design is well received.

(As in I’ll take normal anatomy into account.)

Please tell me what you think below and if I should change her outfit.

Zero (in female form).

This is her in chibi form

Ps: I like the chibi one a lot better because her legs don’t look as weird.

*Cough, cough*

A wheezing, grating sound was heard by none as the rain poured down. It muffled her annoying pleads for air. The oxygen refusing to fill her lungs. She had been running, was still running.

‘If they find me I’m dead.’

That singular thought is what pushed her aching muscles to keep moving. To keep running. In all honesty she was never the type to run. She was very much a doer. A solver, an investigator. And what she found this time would put the whole world in danger if she didn’t tell.

‘I have to find someone, anyone.’

She was amateur at best. Maybe that’s why she was being chased. Heck, she didn’t understand half of the stuff she found.

‘Experimentation? Ultimate Hope? Mother Goose Project? And what does it have to do with Hajime? What does it have to do with Class 77-B? Where is Emi? Is she alright? Oh my lord, is she dead? They shouldn’t chase after her, she’s not an Ultimate, but then neither am I. Maybe they’re going after me because I know some or maybe because I know about everything else. I wish I could have stopped it. If I knew it was going to divulge into this, I would have stopped it. No, no, this is what I want.’

She kept running, faster and faster, she was almost at the gate. She grabbed the sides and climbed. Like a madman, like her life depended on it. Because it does, because in the distance you could see the herd of reserve course students coming for her. She barely made it over the fence when they banged on it.

The fall wasn’t that far, yet it was far enough to cause a sprain. Limping towards freedom, towards civilization, to tell all that was found, hope was crushed. Stand there haughtily, was a tall 5’10 figure, donned in red, black, and white. An eerie smile creeping on her face as she watched you fall. Legs having prematurely given out, as they thought you were safe. As you thought you were safe. She’s laughing to herself. The crowd on the other side of the fence was now surrounding you. She stopped herself once every exit was closed off by the crowd. You still on the floor heaving and she comes and steps on your back, digging her heel into your spine. You see her face and freeze. She looks absent, like the horrors she inflicted don’t bother her. Neither a smile nor frown paints her features. She looks bored. Portraying and having absolute power over you in this moment should invoke some kind of emotion and yet she looks bored. Then as if breaking from a trance a smile snaps on her face. She leans down so you can see her better. Then starts speaking in a nasally, babyish voice.

“And you thought you were so clever. Phu hu hu! You’re an idiot, the worst of the worst. An untalented piece of scum. A poor cowering sheep. But I do have to give you credit. I couldn’t have done it without you. You saw all the weird stuff happening around you and did nothing. You knew something was going on but you didn’t do anything about until it was too late. You could have easily prevented all of this if you just tried to open your mouth. I mean you are the only reserve course student with power. This is all your fault!”

She was cheesing the whole time. Dread seeped into your bones as your spine continued to slowly crack under the pressure of her fat foot.

“It’s not all my fault. So what if I had decided to say something. And it’s not like there was any reason to believe it was foul play. And it’s not like anything would have changed.”

She stopped, raising her foot and letting you breathe for a second. Only to slam her foot down on your back again, breaking your ribs under the pressure and fracturing your spine.

“Are you stupid? You’re an idiot must be. To never understand others envy of you or your own power. No, you knew and didn’t use it. Not that I’m mad. It’s better for me. I’m glad you were stupid. Because of you my plan went off without a hitch. Not that I had any doubts. But you did help, so I gave you a small mercy. A head start if you will. I hoped you enjoyed it, your face of despair was delightful, but it’s time for us to move on. To better, to more exciting despair.”

She hops off your back leaving you to die out in front of the school. To be watched by your classmates as you writhe in your last moments of life.

‘Fuck. I’m going to die. There’s no point. I tried so hard for nothing. I wish I could have helped. I wish I did help. There was so much going on that I let slide. If only I helped. If only I acted the moment this were getting out of hand. I could’ve saved them. All of them. I could’ve stopped her. Why. Why? WHY?”

Tears stream down your face as your breath comes to a painful slow. The rain beats heavy on your face, as if to drag you down where you “belong”.

‘If only I did something. If only I didn’t sit around and wait. Things would have been different.’

Sluggishly you move forward. Pained breaths ring loud in your ear, as you struggle to move forward. Even just a bit. To make a difference, one you didn’t have the heart to do before.

“Please. Please!”

Weak pleas escape but you can no longer move nor speak. Blood fills your lungs and mouth giving you moments to spare.

‘I want to save my friends! I wish I could save my friends. If only I could save my friends.’

And that’s the last thought she had. As she choked on her own blood the life in her eyes and the hope in her heart died.

System Request Received

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Loa-

Mission Accepted

Welcome Agent Z

Now Entering the world of the Danganronpa Anime

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑎 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦

“I’ll help you fulfill your wish.”

Idolize is a fanfic idea that I started to write on Wattpad, until I got into Tumblr again.

So I am writing it here instead, or phrasing.

Because I am lazy and suck at writing currently. Or just not experienced enough to write it the way I think the story deserves to be written. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.

So if you see it over on Wattpad, I am just moving it to a different platform. I might still update it there, but chances are slim.

I also will be transferring over some of my other work from that account.

You could never see her

And yet you want to be her

With how she sings on that stage

It's like she's putting put up a charade

Her mystic visage

Is it just a mirage

Her beautiful age

Is it all for stage

Do you think all that pain

Is worth the rage

Or are you as blind

As her and I

To the tears that fall from her eyes

Is it worth those 15 minutes

Or is just another gold ticket

I implore you to stick around

And find out how this canary

Got caged and got out

All we know of this story

And the marionette of this quarry

Listen well and listen wide

As I tell you the story of

Starlight Hyde

People running in different directions.

Instructions being shouted in all directions.

And in the middle was a gaggle of girls and their manager, standing in one location.

Even with all the hustle and bustle you could still hear what he said clearly,

As if he wanted the whole world to know.

"Look at you girls, you’ve grown so much. Starlight's new single hit number one on the charts. CANDYS ‘album has hit the top 100. And not to mention being the guest appearance on that popular afternoon Tv show. Aren’t we glad that the host was a fan of Starlight’s. You guys have another concert tomorrow to celebrate your 2nd year anniversary and it the dress rehearsal looked great today. Good job Starlight… and girls. A toast is in order, you all did great."

He walked them to their changing room.

Then as the man exited the scene, all but one huddled together.

They had locked her out, like always.

She was excluded.

She sat outside their circle, as they gossiped and grimaced in front of her face.

As if they didn’t care.

As if she didn’t exist.

"Honestly it sounded like he just wanted to congratulate Starlight. He doesn't care about the rest of us."

"Hmm."

"True."

“Her new single did get number one. Maybe that’s why.”

“But he always talks about her. What’s so special about her?”

“I know right? She’s not even that cute.”

“And she’s so dull. Why doesn’t he pay attention to me?”

“Or at least anyone but her.”

“She’s just a hog.”

"She’s so mean."

"What's the point?"

There was a long silence in the room. The sound of ice clicking together in the cup was heard by all.

"Maybe we should just graduate already."

There was a shift in the table as someone jumped up. Knocking into the table.

"No! You can't. I need you guys. The company needs you guys."

"No, you don't. In fact, nobody needs us. Our manager does not care. I don’t think the fans even care.”

A pensive face appeared on her. She just couldn't understand. Why would they say that. That's not true! Even if she knew deep down that it was true, she couldn't accept that. They can't leave.

"That's not true, he does! He mentioned the album and it raising in the ranks. He wouldn't have if he didn't care. And the fans would riot if you guys suddenly disappeared.”

"Oh come on Starlight. The fans don’t care. And he obviously did it to not sound bias. We all heard him raving about your up-and-coming single. And it's no wonder he did, you know how much money the company makes off you. You are all he cares about, we're just collateral."

"That's not true! He's proud of you, of us. We did great in that album and poured our hearts and souls into it. He knows it. This is a huge accomplishment for the group, for us. We'll be world-renowned in no time. And he knows that. It's not just me, it's all of u-"

"SHUT UP. He doesn't give a fuck about the rest of us. The only thing he liked from the album was your solos. I heard him say it to the other managers. 'Starlight was so good. The rest suck though, but at least they make Starlight look better blah blah blah.' He couldn't care less. After all, you the company's golden goose, this group was made around you. All the interns practically worship the ground you walk on. Managers, fight for you. Executives, “whatever you want”. PR team, it doesn't matter. News reporters, you can do no wrong. Gossip mags, she's the greatest. Fans, we'd DIE for you. Hell, even other celebrities LOVE you. He doesn't care about us, they don't care about us. It wouldn't matter if we all quit, as long as you're here nobody would bat an eye. They would just hire our replacements or something off the bat. I bet the only reason we still have our jobs is because of you. Well, am I right?"

"..."

You couldn't lie. It was true. They had almost been terminated a couple of times. But you fought for them every time. You wonder if the cared or were insulted. After all it's not like they liked you.

"I fucking knew it. He doesn't care because he has you. What's the point in being a part of this group if I'm always going to play second fiddle to the same pompous, immature brat."

*BANG*

Your manager had returned awhile ago. Listening the whole time. Biting his tongue or more of peacefully observing, watching what you'd say. It's only when he felt like they had gone far enough, did he say something. His calm demeanor turned cold in seconds, slamming both hands on the table rattling the drinks on it.

"CAMI! Be nicer to Starlight! Or else I'll have you terminated."

"See, I told you. Let's go girls."

And with that they left.

Alone.

Without her.

She was alone, so alone.

Even as her manager slowly wrapped his arms around her in comfort, she felt so alone.

More alone than ever before.

They hate me

Maybe... I should just go

Maybe... I should just leave

Escape to where no one can find me...

Because I'm tired...

I'm tired of this.

The saddest tune is sung by thee

Will no one answer her plee

I don’t own and of the dividers

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓼

Your home and the proof that your family is in the 1%. You just recently moved here on account of your mom’s new job. You used to live here when you were younger. But due to your parent's divorce, you ended up moving.

Now back after years of being gone, all the people you knew are not the same. They changed. Rumors about the monster living here are rampant. It's said anyone could be a monster. And for better or worse, you're going to be getting personally acquainted with former friends and enemies. Enjoy the shady shores of the Angel Archipelagos. The place where good people go to die and evil lives free.

𝒲 ℯ 𝓁 𝒸 ℴ 𝓂 ℯ 𝓉 ℴ

𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔗𝔬𝔴𝔫

𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂

𝒮𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒮ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓀𝒾

𝒜𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓃 ℳℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃ℊ𝒾ℯ

𝒥𝒶𝒸ℴ𝒷 ℳℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃ℊ𝒾ℯ

𝒯𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾ℴ𝓃ℴ 𝒮ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓀𝒾

ℳ𝓈. 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓈ℯ

ℒℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 ℳ𝒶𝓃𝓈ℴ𝓃

𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝕿𝖔𝖜𝖓

⊱ Zyphon Merengie

⊱ Zayanna Somiki

⊱ Iris Lightheart

⊱ Jeffery Livingston

⊱ Zero 1

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍’𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆

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ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℴ 𝒾 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓃ℯ.（＾ω＾）